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Dec 2018
my thoughts crumble to bits
under the pressure of my skull,
under the weight of my consciousness.

they collapse to dust, to subatomic
fundamentals
that cannot be broken down
to anything less.

this dustβ€”these dark particles spin
in vast empty space between my ears,
colliding with each other, fusing
into angst and despair.
Written by
Natalie  17/Non-binary
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